A big storm cycle at the end of March finished with an ocean of cloud above Chamonix on April 4th, so I went up to the 'office' above the clouds with some friends, and found this snow, which I was able to get really deep into. The first image is me sipping a fine glass of Cham-pagne, and the second image is me skiing deep in a cloud of super fluff crystal dust. These should have made it to the book, but they were taken over a year after I published it. This is exactly the kind of snow that I was writing about in "Snow Tales and Powder Trails". Photos by Alec Sandberg.

Meanwhile, here is a short passage from "Snow Tales and Powder Trails" to complement these wonderful images:

"...Wow - it's like someone has put wings on my feet! The crystal flakes float me somewhere in the middle of the thick layer of new snow, and man, is it ever deep! Elated, I bounce my knees with the rhythm of the turns, and the snow responds, cushioning every blow. It feels completely effortless, and the resistance of the snow beneath my skis is barely noticeable, a slight fluid friction. Powder fluffs up around me, hitting my knees and waist as I sink into every turn..."